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: Freeze? I'm a robot. I'm not a refrigerator.
: I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed. Trillian
: Well, we have something that may take your mind off it. Marvin
: It won't work, I have an exceptionally large mind. Trillian
: Yeah, we know.
: Life? Don't talk to me about life!
: You can blame the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation for making androids with GPP... Arthur
: Um... what's GPP? Marvin
: Genuine People Personalities. I'm a personality prototype. You can tell, can't you...?
: [as they are gazing at the wonder of Magrathea
] Incredible... it's even worse than I thought it would be.
[Arthur and Ford have each been unexpectedly hit in the face by some unknown flyswatter-like thing
: [after finally also being hit in the face
] Zarquon! What was that? Geez... Marvin
] I'd make a suggestion, but you wouldn't listen.
[even more depressed
: No one ever does.
: [as Vogons fire at the group
] Don't see what the big deal is... Vogons are some of the worst shots in the galaxy... Marvin
: [one hits Marvin, leaving a smoking hole in his head. he turns
] Now I've got a headache!
: I've been talking to the main computer. Arthur
: And? Marvin
: It hates me.
: Not that anyone cares what I say, but the restaurant is at the *other* end of the Universe.
: Marvin... you saved our lives! Marvin
: I know. Wretched, isn't it?
: I've calculated your chance of survival, but I don't think you'll like it.
[Marvin, Trillian, Ford, Arthur and Zaphod are being fired upon by Vogons - the others flee as Marvin only very slowly walks away
: I don't know what you're all worried about. Vogons are the worst marksmen in the galaxy.
[he is shot in the back of the head
: Now I've got a headache.
: This will all end in tears.
: [Trillian, Ford, and Zaphod have gone through the portal and left Arthur and Marvin behind
] I told you this would all end in tears. Arthur
: Did you? Did you?
: Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, 'cause I don't.
: I think that door just sighed. Marvin
: Ghastly, isn't it? All the doors on this spaceship have been programmed to have a cheery and sunny disposition.
: I have a million ideas, but, they all point to certain death. Arthur
: Thanks very much, Marv!
: Sorry, did I say something wrong? Pardon me for breathing which I never do anyway so I don't know why I bother to say it oh God I'm so depressed.
: I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.
: Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they tell me to take you up to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? Cause I don't.
: And then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side. Arthur Dent
: Really. Marvin
: Oh, yes. I mean, I've asked for them to be replaced, but no-one ever listens.
: Do you want me to sit in a corner and rust or just fall apart where I'm standing?
: The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million: they were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn't enjoy at all. After that, I went into a bit of a decline.
: "Reverse primary thrust, Marvin." That's what they say to me. "Open airlock number 3, Marvin." "Marvin, can you pick up that piece of paper?" Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to pick up a piece of paper.
: There's a whole new life stretching out in front of you. Marvin
: Oh, not another one.
: [talking about his long wait for the others
] The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million... they were the worst too. The third ten million I didn't enjoy at all. After that, I went into a bit of a decline.
: It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level.
: Into the interior of the planet. That is where we have to go. Down into the very depths of time itself where no man has trod these five million years. We are not gonna be great. We are not gonna be amazing. We are gonna be amazingly amazing! Marvin
: Sounds awful. Zaphod Beeblebrox
: Can it, Marvin. Marvin
: Life. Loathe it or ignore it. You can't like it.
: Is that your robot? Marvin
: No. I'm mine. Arthur
: Well, if you call it a robot. It's more like an electronic sulking machine. Slartibartfast
: Bring it. Marvin
: "Bring it. Bring it." Slartibartfast
: On second thoughts, leave it here.
: What are you supposed to do with a manically depressed robot? Marvin
: You think you've got problems. What are you supposed to do if you are a manically depressed robot? No, don't even bother answering. I'm 50,000 times more intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer.
: [talking about the Ultimate Question to the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything
] It's printed in the Earthman's brainwave patterns, but I don't suppose you'd be interested in knowing that. Arthur Dent
: You mean you can see into my mind? Marvin
: Yes. Arthur Dent
: Well? Marvin
: It amazes me how you manage to live in anything that small.